I just read the saddest story on a news website.  This is being written just a few days after the school shootings in Ohio where a young boy named Demitrius was killed by a lone gunman.  One of his classmates.

Demitrius' mother was interviewed about what she would like to say to the shooter.  Her response, "I forgive you."  Later she added, "God knew what He was doing." 

And yet her son is dead.

His mother commented that each day brings new grace and we need to walk in the light of God and His love for us.  Bringing forgiveness.  Hope.  Charity.

She wanted to know that her son's life meant something.  By displaying grace toward this young man who took her son's life, she would be able to display what she has been telling her son and his friends all their short lives.  God is in control.

I hope I am never in a place where I have to know how I would react in a similar situation.  I pray none of my family and friends need to experience that same pain. 

Would I be able to walk in that same grace?  I would hope I would.  If someone comes at me with all evil intent, would I be forgiving?  Or vindictive?  Would I want that person to suffer in jail hoping it would alleviate my pain? 

Or would I do as Jesus did?

Turn the other cheek.  Say "Father, forgive them for they don't know what they are doing." 

I don't believe I have to lose someone to death to know what it feels like to be in pain over another's actions.  I have been hurt many, many times by those who have betrayed my trust.  Who have walked away from friendships.  Who have been mean.

How do I treat them?  Do I turn my back?   Go down a different aisle when i see them at the grocery store?  Or am I forgiving?

If Demitrius' mom could forgive someone taking her son's life, why am I not able to equally forgive someone who just calls me names. 

God did this for us.  He forgave those who took His Son's life.  Us.  Because we didn't know what we were doing. 

 
 
You know that woman.  The one with the tainted life.  The one everyone knows, but no one wants to befriend.  Oh.... her.

Have you seen her?  She's the one sitting in the very last row of church, at least on the Sundays she has the energy to get up and go there.  She never talks to anyone.  She huddles in the corner of the pew hoping to become invisible to others.  

She's searching for .... something.  She's not quite sure what it is.  

And she waits.

The rest of the people in the church avoid her; they don't know what to say.  Everyone knows what she did, to be sure.  Instead of looking at her, they look past her.  Avoiding eye contact.

Kind of sounds like a woman in the Bible named "the sinful woman."  (Luke 7:36-50)  The men of the day didn't want to be around her, at least not religious men.  At least not in public.  

Except for Jesus.  

He told her all of her sins were forgiven and what happened next is quite a story. This sinful woman came running into a room full of men.  Without a class on biblical customs, let's just say... this action wasn't right.  It just wasn't done.

The woman dropped to her knees, poured out costly perfume on Jesus' feet and along with her tears, washed his feet and dried them with her hair.  Her hair.  

Were her tears from the joy of forgiveness or the shame of how she had lived? 
Yes.

A lot like that woman in the back of church.  

The men in the room with Jesus and the sinful woman were all taken aback.  What in the world was she doing here?  How dare she?  This was a place for the holy and upright, after all, Jesus was there.

A lot like the people in the church.

Jesus and the no longer sinful woman understood forgiveness.  Jesus now welcomed her into his presence.

The same as He does today.

The men in the room with Jesus didn't understand forgiveness the way it is meant to be understood.  They thought a black mark against you always meant a black mark against you.

The same as some think today.

But Jesus knows, and the no longer sinful woman understood, forgiveness means your slate has been wiped clean.  Not even a smudge.  Spotless.

If only the church understood that today.

We have people sitting in the back row, huddled and trying to be invisible to others.   If we only understood how Jesus removes stains we would have a better outreach to the invisible people in our churches.

And it should start today.